1713 posts 5/5/2006 7:03 am
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Tart
When I got home, I wondered where my girlfriend was. It was payday for me, so I'd wanted to go out for dinner and drinks. I figured she'd be back soon and sat down to wait, turning on the TV. A half-hour later, the doorbell rang; mildly surprised, I answered it, and there stood. . . "Honey?" I asked, incredulous at what I saw. "Are you Jack Carey?" she asked. "Honey, is that you? Why are you wearing a blonde wig? Why are you dressed like. . ." She, my girlfriend, was dressed in a blonde wig, with spike heels, a short, tight, miniskirt, black<b> fishnets </font></b>with a garter belt (I could see the straps running up under the miniskirt), an even tighter pink halter top, no visible bra, and bright red lipstick. She looked totally unlike herself, but totally like a . . . and yet. . . it was kind of. . . arousing. . . I was speechless. "Mister," she said in fake syrupy tones, "I don't know you from Adam." "Honey?" I asked, "Honey, what's going. . ." "Look, dude, if you are Jack Carey, your girlfriend sent me over. She said things in your bedroom needed a little spice, so she paid me to visit." "Sweetheart, I don't. . ." "Look, are you Jack Carey?" "Yes, hon, you know I. . ." "Then just enjoy it. Everything's paid for." "But I don't. . .I don't. . ." "My, you're a slow one," she said, reaching foward to grab my crotch. . .hard. I gasped; she began massaging and it got harder for me to think coherently. "Look, hon," she said, closing the door behind her and guiding me to the couch by my hardness, "it's all paid for, whatever you want to do, anything you don't normally do, any fantasy you've got. . ." She sat me down on the couch, and knelt between my legs, massaging through my clothes with both hands now. ". . .it's all taken care of. . ." She unzipped my pants, reached in to unbutton my boxers, pulled out what she sought, gave the head a teasing lick. . . ". . .starting with this. . . got it?" "Yes, I. . .yes. . .ummmmm. . ." "Good," she replied, and without warning took me in her mouth, her hand stroking me as she sucked hard, crudely, without gentleness, with brazen hunger, so unlike my girlfriend. . . My questions were lost as my confusion dissolved in waves of sensation. "You like that?" she asked. "Your girlfriend doesn't do it like that, does she?" "Ummmmmmmm. . .nnnnnno. . ." was all I could say, still taken aback but swiftly getting over it. "I know something else that she doesn't do," she said, ceasing her work to pull off my pants and boxers, then her halter top. She leaned back in, taking my hardness, wet with her saliva, between her breasts, cupping them with her hands, and began moving up and down, occasionally giving teasing licks when she could reach. It was definitely different, good, great, and glorious; between soft moans, I said so. "Do you like that?" she asked, moving even faster; I could only grunt approval. "Well," she said with a wicked smile, "let me tell you what else we can do." And she did, talking dirty to me like my girlfriend never does, every lovely act described in blatant, graphic, erotic detail, the aural pleasure turning me on so much that I could not hold back, moaning and grunting as I exploded between, and on, her beautiful breasts. "Mmmm," she said, leaning back, her fingers gathering my liquid heat and bringing it to her waiting tongue. I shuddered all over from the sight alone. "Well," I stammered, "thank you for, ummm. . ." She stood, that strange but familiar wicked smile still on her face, and knelt beside me on the couch. "Shhhhhhhhhhh. . . With your girlfriend, that would be the end. But me. . . me, I'm not done yet." With that, she took my deflating length into her lips again, all the way this time. I was wide-eyed with amazement; this was so unlike my girlfriend before that I scarcely believed it. . . and then the urge to play along began to take hold. "So," I said, "you're my little tart, huh?" "Mmmhmmm," she answered, though a mouth full of me. "I can do whatever I want?" "Mmhmmmm." Kneeling as she was, it was easy for me to reach behind her so I did, stroking her butt through her tight skirt, knowing my girlfriend's disdain for what I had in mind. She let me slide from between her lips; I expected to be told to stop. Instead, she said, "Go for it, baby. . . it's all taken care of." Surprised, I lifted her skirt. She was naked beneath, something my girlfriend would never, ever, do. She saw the shock written in my expression and wiggled suggestively under my hand. I could not resist. My fingers found her petals to be in full bloom, spread and beckoning, slick and dripping with dew. Two slid in easily, drawing a muffled moan from her as my thumb rubbed her stiff pearl. Her moans increased as the fingers curled, sweeping back and forth inside her, every motion making my thumb rub harder. I laughed at the thought that the little man in the boat was in for a rough ride today. Flagging though I was, her oral attention still felt good, and my own attentions increased along with the sensations. She began bucking her hips, spurring me to move my wet fingers even faster. Squirming now, she stopped what she was doing; her hands took over as her mouth gave voice to her own deep pleasure. Suddenly, she looked at me with hungry eyes. "Eat me," she said, more blatant than my girlfriend ever would, when she even allowed me to do it. In a hurry, I laid down on the couch. Just as swiftly, she straddled my head, leaving my hardness alone so she could watch me, her fingers holding her open for my tongue's welcome invasion. Eagerly I began, licking in circles, then up and down, until I found the rhythm that got her going. I had never seen her like this, so hungry, woanting, and wanton; her hands flew over her body, from rubbing her pearl to pinching her nipples to her wetness being licked from them between moans and words my girlfriend would never say. . . or so I thought. My own hardness weakly began to return; I ignored it to wrap my arms around her thighs and pull my feast closer, diving into it, licking, lapping, sucking furiously between her thrusting hips. Every time she moved, the straps of her garter rubbed my nipples through my shirt, exciting and driving me on even harder until, moaning, groaning, nearly screaming, she climaxed, squeezing my tongue inside her, covering my chin in her moisture. I gently pushed her hips back, grinning at her; she knew what I wanted and moved back with a smile. Her face descended to mine; I expected a kiss but she surprised me again, licking her wetness from my face and lips. I was shocked beyond words at this from a woman who wouldn't even let me kiss her after going down on her! Suddenly, she moved so that she lay beside me, ripping my shirt open and yanking it away. Before I could ask, she'd taken my hardness in hand, stroking it slowly as she began licking at my nipple. This too was new; every flick of her tongue sent electric shocks straight to my lap. I felt her moving beside me; looking down I saw that she was playing with herself as she played with me. It was too much, too erotic, to see and believe, and I nearly came again, but she felt my struggle and eased her touch. Barely composed myself, I whispered "I want to watch you." Immediately she moved, laying back, her head away from me, and I watched her play, one hand at her wet, warm, petals, the other at her breasts, both teasing, pulling, rubbing, her eyes never leaving me, staring hungrily at my risen hardness, her newly-dirty mouth never ceasing its lewd litany of what she wanted, hwere and how she wanted it. . . As she neared orgasm, I could no longer bear it. I suddenly leapt forward, smothering her mouth with mine as I buried myself inside her as far as I could go, bringing strong, throbbing life to her small death. . . She came then, harder than I've ever seen, her squeezes inside almost painful, her screams loud through ragged gasps. Before it couls subside, I began thrusting, hard, fast, and rough; she squealed in delight, her face animalistic in passion, blushing with heat, as her hands reached back and spanked me - spanked me! my calm, tame girlfriend! - to urge me on, along with her pleas for more, harder, faster, deeper, stronger, yes, more, she pleaded, lifting her legs, spreading herself more, come on baby, she said, harder, harder, I'm almost there and I was there with her, her mouth on my nipples, electrifying me taking me to the edge and right about to- And then she stopped, pushing me back. "Wha. . .," I said, confused again; "I've been preparing for a special end," she said, pushing me down. She straddled my hips, took my hardness, now soaked in her, in her hand. As I watched, stunned and wondering, she rubbed the head back and forth between her soaked lower lips, smiling down on me. "Don't worry," she said, in her normal voice with a sexy, wicked tone, "You didn't ask for it, but I know you've wanted this, so I prepared. . ." Before I could speak, she took me away from those luscious lower lips, moving it to right. . . there, to her most private place, to somewhere she'd never taken me before, and began easing herself down. I was flabbergasted. "Slowly," she said, "slowly, slowly, slowly. . ." I could only watch, wide-eyed yet again, as she took me in to that secretive tightness oh so slowly, and settled there, letting herself stretch around me, her fingers pulling and teasing my nipples. My God, it was so hot, so tight. . . My mind was blown; all thought was lost when she said, "Now. . .slowly. . ." and began moving, gently, asking me to do the same, and we moved together, gradually speeding up. Surprising me, She reached between her legs to play as she rode; that erotic sight broke my shock. I grabbed her hips, moving faster, gently thrusting deeper and deeper; she met me every time, clencing both my hardness and her fingers, the dirty words fading, replaced by ecstatic moans, groans, gasps, and finally screams as I grew haredr within her, an undeniable eruption building, and again she beeged for more, harder, faster, deeper, for me to do it, yes, to explode deepest in her, to fill her with me, and I could not hold it back, she was just too tight, too hot, too wanton to resist, I had to yield, my own screams meeting, mingling, dancing with hers as we both exploded. . . eyes closed tightly, I felt all of me, boody and soul, burst forth from me flowing into her; behind my eyes, a brilliant starburst, a supernova ecstasy pulling pleasured yells and growls from deep inside me. . . To be honest, it was so good, so much, I nearly passed out. I had never, never, never before climaxed like that, so hard, so intense, so powerful. . . neither had she; she collapsed onto my chest, shaking with aftershocks, each one causing a tingle to my hyper-sensitive hardness. "Oh, God," I breathed, "Don't move. . .don't move. . ." "Can't. . .help. . .it," she gasped, and laughed, as did I. We held each other, sweaty, satiated, over-satisfied, until both our shocks finally subsided. She rose then, her legs still wobbly. "Well, Mr. Casey," she said, "I hope this evening will help spice up your bedroom life?" I could only nod, watching her as she put on the halter top and straightened her wig. "Good. . . My job is done. And don't worry. . . I'll make sure your girlfriend knows everything that we did, so she'll be more. . . adventurous, too. Don't get up," she said," pushing me back to the couch, "I can show myself out."
I had just gotten out of the shower when my girlfriend arrived, dressed in her normal, more conservative clothes, no trace of the wig, and a stack of women's magazines. . . the kind that give advice on relationships. She kissed me on the cheek, then, with that new wicked smile on her lips, in her eyes, she asked, "So, what did you do today? |
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